The Beauty of Monotony: Why Routine Can Be Restorative

Story, story. Today, I am going to tell you about the beauty of monotony. Having a routine and sticking to it, can be the most freeing thing ever.

When I am not taking a walk to break the monotony of my days, or passing out from the smell of my own morning breath and farts (it’s only funny if you laugh at it), I have a routine that I don’t deviate from. I work from home, and I am an introvert, a hermit crab actually, so it’s much harder to get me out of my house than many people.

But here’s the thing: routines don’t trap me — they protect me. Like the shell of a hermit crab, my routine gives me boundaries, a sense of order, and just enough predictability to keep the chaos of life outside my walls from barging in. Wake up, brush teeth, drink water, open laptop, type, scroll, type some more. It’s boring, right? But in that boredom, there’s peace. In the sameness, I don’t have to waste energy deciding what next?

And when something different does slip in — a spontaneous call from a friend, an unexpected idea, a movie, even a change in the weather — it feels brighter, sharper, almost like a reward for staying consistent. That’s the beauty of monotony: it creates the contrast that lets small joys shine bigger and brighter.

On Sunday, I watched one of my favorite actors: the amazingly hot and broodingly sexy Chris Evans deliver a line in the movie, The Materialists, that I wish he was saying to me.

So yes, I’m a hermit crab. I live in my shell of schedules, little habits, and quiet rituals. But please don’t pity me — in my monotony, I’ve found freedom, comfort, and a strange kind of happiness. And right at this moment, that’s enough for me.

P.s: I have a ton of changes to introduce to this blog in the coming weeks, so watch out, it’s going to be a lot of fun.